"No; my pistol was in my raincoat, which is missing."
In the dim light from the broken window I could see Smith tugging reflectively at the lobe of his left ear.
"I am without arms, too," he mused. "We might escape from the window—"
"It's a long drop!"
"Ah! I imagined so. If only I had a pistol, or a revolver—"
"What should you do?"
"I should present myself before the important meeting, which, I am assured, is being held somewhere in this building; and to-night would see the end of my struggle with the Fu-Manchu group—the end of the whole Yellow menace! For not only is Fu-Manchu here, Petrie, with all his gang of assassins, but he whom I believe to be the real head of the group—a certain mandarin—is here also!"